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M. Sawan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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No More Lasagna

M. Sawan

Submitted to Contest #104

Evangelista approaches the line of scrimmage and bends over. His fingers throb in the mud. It’s soothing. If only he could stay down here, resting, the game over and Nonna bringing him something sweet. “Lasagna!” yells Coach. “You hear me? Watch 43!” A sfogliatelle. A zeppole. Oh God, her bombolone— “HIKE!” A 300lb boy plows into Evangelista, knocking him backwards. The boy’s cleats land on Evangelista’s stomach, driving the wind out of him like a pool toy. Evangelista rolls over, clutching his torso. His helmet is too tight, the face ma...

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Afterparty

M. Sawan

The best part of being a ghost is the sex. Bro—the variety alone is insane. Everyone is DTF. Everyone. I hit this 17th century chick earlier, some Navajo girl that was just like, “Whatever’s cool with me.” She was a little short, but super fine—super fine. She had that swerve down, that arched back, that ass like unh! We were at it for like two hours, bro, no lie. I got done with this French guy about fifteen minutes ago. I’m not even sure what he was doing over here, but he spoke all kinds of French at me. No homo, but it was hot. Super ho...

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Letter of Resignation

M. Sawan

Shortlisted for Contest #102 ⭐️

Temple President Silver, As you know, I joined the Church as a custodian—the Sanitation Specialist II. It was a fancy way of saying that I pushed a mop and didn’t have to do toilets. I was happy to have the work, and I again thank you for the opportunity, but it was just a job. I’ve had many like it, and I kept my head down. Some of that was because it’s what I’ve always done, but I can admit to more: I was nervous about the Church and its members. We all know the prejudice of the outside world, and I was no different. So I mopped. I heard ...

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Eggs

M. Sawan

Submitted to Contest #101

The True-Slip Non-Stick Skillet was a hit. Children screamed, amazed by Chef Benny’s culinary control over the pan. Housewives struggled to stay seated. The elderly cheered the loudest, the vigor of their voices ringing as in youth, subverting the smell of medicine on their breath. “One more time,” said Chef Benny, oblivious to the TV cameras. He swept his arms, pointing at each audience member in turn, giving of himself as if the studio were his home, the audience his family. “What’s wrong with other non-stick pans?” “They’re liars!” sho...

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The Cherry Pie Application

M. Sawan

Submitted to Contest #100

“Ursula, my child: What is this?” Ursula held her breath. Her future hung on this moment, but Mistress Hazel’s voice was a croak. Her tone was flat, her question unladen with judgement. “Is it good?” asked Ursula. Mistress Hazel only nodded, tossing her spoon to the table. She picked up her bowl and licked it clean. Ursula relaxed. Of course it’s good, she thought, taking a bite. She had been experimenting with the pie for months. Her tongue swirled the sweetness in her mouth. “What is this?” repeated Mistress Hazel. Ursula’s spoon sli...

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Vita Aeterna

M. Sawan

Submitted to Contest #99

Julius examined the lawyer’s check, front and back. It said what it said: $300,000, the address of some bank downtown, and Julius’ name. He pinned the check to his fridge with a magnet and pulled up a chair. He stared at the different fonts, suspicious that they were a sign of inauthenticity. He took the check down and signed it. Julius went to work the next day out of habit. He was a pharmacy-technician at a drugstore, a lazy man for whom laundry day came once a month. The check cleared. He quit without telling anyone and went for a walk. ...

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The Lady's Steward

M. Sawan

Submitted to Contest #98

I arrive at 7:00 AM and drink three beers. I carry my clubs to the first hole and stretch—opening up my hips with a squat, windmilling my arms, using my three iron to flex my lats. My movements are ordered into ten second intervals. The sun rises orange against the grass, vibrant above the slopes where the night denies defeat. I put on my hat. The Men arrive late and with chatter. I found them on Craigslist. I am patient. I am polite. If not for the Lady’s demands, I would abandon them. I do not know why She wants them. They are loud, batt...

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